Apple britches 

Carpal ditches 

Empty fallow

Gaming hallow 

Icy jumping 

Kindred lumping 

Monkey nosey 

Optic poesy 

Quarter ripping 

Supper tripping 

Ugly valet 

Wicked X-ray 

Yellow zippy ... 

Now we're skippy!

This year I sit

Thinking about the year.

What do I change,

Or fix, or finish.

What about me is wrong?

An hour later,

The list is frightening.

So, I start another list.

What about me is right,

Or good, or satisfying.

I find myself still thinking.

The ink from my pen

Soaking a bloody blue hole,

The tip still pausing,

Nothing to show by "1."

Finally I give up,

Tear both list apart.

My resolution is mad.

This year,

This is the year I will learn.

I am going to learn to love myself.

It will be slow,

It will be hard,

It may even hurt.

But, by this time,

A year from now,

The goal is clear.

The bloody blue hole,

It will be on the first list. 

With little steps, 

I will drown the list of bad,

And fill my heart 

With an endless list of love.

i am 

my own architect

and my foundation

will not crumble 

without you.

you said

you were coming home

is it nice

up there

in your paper mâché

rocket ship?

i bet the world

looks so small,

i bet the stars

illume your dreams

and galaxies take

your breath away,

i bet you’re

light years away

sleeping sound

in the moon dust

is it nice

up there?

you said

you were coming home 

but now

i’ve realized

your home

isn't here.

"I wish I knew you were real...""I'm as real as you want me to be."

That was the conversation between Tara and the older man in her dream, the one that's been reoccurring three nights out of the week. In it, she met up with a devilishly handsome older man, an encounter which turned into an erotic escapade. She experienced such an intense desire to be with this man that she could no longer function during waking hours. Everywhere she went she swore she saw this man, yet, after a second glance, he was gone. After several visits with her psychologist, Dr. Evans, he told her it was her subconscious's way of satisfying her needs, as she's been without a physical relationship for so long. As for the sightings, he believed she was experiencing mild psychosis due to her fixation and not fully accepting the reality of the situation. One night, she couldn't fall asleep when she heard a knock at her window. Heart pounding, she peaked through the blinds, a mixture of fear, shock, and joy filled her body at the sight of the man she desired. Uncertain if she was awake or not, she wondered if dreams and reality were actually one and the same.